Exhausted from the sparring matches you had earlier with the others, you were already on the verge of losing the match against Soap.

You kept on stumbling, but you refused on tapping-out to stop the match, which annoyed Soap. He decided to force you on the floor, pinning you down by straddling you.

“Calm down, lad. There’s no shame in giving up.” He reassured. And as the usual jerk he is, he grabbed where he knew you’d be sensitive.